The sound of bells sounded in the early morning, shaking the thin morning mist, and thousands of houses opened their doors one after another.
At the beginning of a new day, the city bursts into life.
That night, Tang Zhen slept very comfortably.
He hadn't slept for a long time, and now that he was a mortal, he had the opportunity to experience this feeling again.
After stretching, Tang Zhen got out of bed and looked around.
"Yes, the house is very clean."
Tang Zhen said in a complimentary tone, and then looked at the corner of the room, where there was a faint black shadow.
Seeing Tang Zhen looking at him, the black figure bowed and saluted, then disappeared silently.
There is a broom at the door, and the boards are placed upright, as neatly as other tools.
The house was originally filled with a stale smell, but now it has disappeared. It turns out that the window has been opened a small crack, and a breeze is blowing into the house.
The weeds in the yard were also tidied up, and no place was missed.
This made Tang Zhen very satisfied, and he considered whether to upgrade the other party to a servant, responsible for daily cleaning and washing.
Although it was once the owner of this house, it was in the past after all. The owner now is himself, and he has the right to decide whether the other party will stay or go.
It's not impossible to stay, but you have to work and contribute, and I don't want to raise idlers here.
After opening the door, a gust of breeze blows, making people feel relaxed and happy.
The neighbors around them stared at Tang Zhen standing at the door with their eyes wide open, with a hint of undisguised shock on their expressions.
When did this haunted house get a new owner?
"Good morning everyone!"
Tang Zhen said hello and slowly walked to the opposite side of the street, where there was also a noodle stall.
The aroma filled the streets, making Tang Zhen swallow his saliva because he was already ravenous.
This mortal body has really good digestion ability and will feel hungry from time to time.
Appetite is also a matter of enjoyment, so Tang Zhen just let nature take its course and have a good taste of the world's delicacies.
A bowl of thin noodles with fried sauce and a handful of spicy condiments will make you sweat all over your body after eating it.
The noodle stall owner looked at Tang Zhen and asked a few questions curiously. After learning that he had just bought the house opposite, his expression became a little strange.
Tang Zhen smiled and said nothing. Of course he knew what his neighbors were thinking, thinking that he had been deceived into buying a haunted house.
How could he know that he was buying one, getting one free, and got a servant sweeping the floor for free.
While we were eating, a man with a short beard hurried over and happened to see Tang Zhen eating.
He was so happy that he immediately took out a transaction contract and prepared to complete the next transaction.
Tang Zhen didn't write any ink, signed and pledged, and handed over the remaining payment to the other party.
When the short-bearded man was about to leave, Tang Zhen suddenly stopped him and said in a calm tone: "Give alms to beggars when you meet them on the road. Don't go home early if you have nothing to do. This way you can avoid trouble."
"You must be sick!"
The short-bearded man snorted coldly, not taking these words to heart at all. Instead, he laughed at Tang Zhen for having no brain.
It is estimated that in a few days, I will regret it and cry.
On the way back, the short-bearded man saw a beggar begging and kicked him away in disgust.
After returning to the shop, the short-bearded man felt uneasy, and Tang Zhen's words flashed through his mind from time to time.
Unable to suppress his doubts, the short-bearded man returned home, but he didn't want to directly reveal that his wife was having an affair with a friend.
The short-bearded man was so angry that he almost went crazy. He picked up the door bolt and smashed it, and soon the two of them fell into a pool of blood.
Seeing that the murder was committed, the short-bearded man was extremely frightened and fled the scene of the crime.
But because he was walking in a hurry, he didn't pay attention to his clothes, which turned out to be stained with a large amount of blood.
Originally, because there were fewer people in the morning, there was a chance to escape, but the short-bearded man was unlucky and ran into the beggar who was kicked away by him.
When the beggar saw him walking in a hurry with an evil look on his face and a large piece of fresh blood on his body, he immediately became suspicious.
The warrior patrolling the street happened to pass by, and the beggar immediately reported the discovery and pointed out the identity of the short-bearded man.
After receiving the report, the street patrol warriors immediately sounded the siren to follow, and soon caught the short-bearded man.
Because of the beggar's report, the short-bearded man was captured and is expected to die.
If he had been willing to give alms, he might have been able to escape the disaster, but in the end he didn't do it.
It didn't take long for this incident to spread and become a topic of conversation among city residents.
What Tang Zhen once said was remembered by the neighbors, and they all couldn't help but marvel.
As for Tang Zhen himself, he didn't care at all.
He just reminded him casually and didn't care about the result. In fact, even if he made it clear, would the short-bearded man really believe it?
Good words can't persuade a damn ghost. Tang Zhen just wanted to test how powerful the ordinary divination technique can be.
The results have proved that the divination skills of ordinary people are indeed not weak. They can determine life and death with just one word, and can even see through the trend of national destiny.
This incident was just done casually. It can be said that it was forgotten afterward and did not linger in my heart at all.
I walked around the streets and bought some firewood, rice, oil and salt, and the day passed.
At the same time, pens, inks, paper, inkstones, and things used by literati were sent to the blacksmith shop one after another.
Seeing people coming in and out constantly, the neighbors looked on with cold eyes, wondering how long this new foreigner could stay here?
In fact, in their hearts, they also hope that Tang Zhen can live longer, which proves that the blacksmith shop has returned to peace.
You can also sleep more peacefully at night.
Close the door and the small courtyard becomes a world of its own.
Tang Zhen opened the original owner's wardrobe, took out a set of clothes that were new and not old, and placed them on the table.
Then he dipped his pen in ink and wrote down lines of runes on the inside of his clothes, which looked mysterious and strange.
After writing about the clothes, I wrote about pants and shoes, and a pair of animal skin gloves.
After finishing writing, Tang Zhen threw the brush aside and turned to look at the corner next to him.
"The clothes have been prepared for you. Once you put them on, light a fire for me to strike the iron. It's a pity that the blacksmith shop is abandoned. It's better to continue to operate.
If you don't want to do it, then get out early, this is no longer your home."
After Tang Zhen finished speaking, he walked slowly to the small courtyard and lay down on a chair.
The tall figure hidden in the corner slowly walked to the table and tentatively grabbed the clothes and pants.
Soon these clothes were put on, and a tall figure appeared in the room, floating around as if it was weightless.
After a moment of silence, it bowed to Tang Zhen and eagerly walked to the stove.
As the sickle struck, the coke in the furnace was ignited, and smoke rose again from the chimney that had been silent for a long time.
Throw the iron ingot into the furnace, and after it burns red, the tall figure swings the hammer and strikes continuously.
Hearing the sound of blacksmithing, the neighbors were stunned at the same time, and their bodies began to tremble slightly.
This sound was very familiar to them. When the blacksmith was still alive, he would make this tinkling sound every day.
In the blacksmith shop, which was already known as a ghost house, the sound of forging could be heard again, and anyone would feel that something was wrong.
The neighbors are secretly guessing whether they will see Tang Zhen's body tomorrow morning?
Unexpectedly, early the next morning, the long-closed blacksmith shop suddenly opened for business.
On the old weapon racks, there were gleaming long swords and knives, which were obviously new products that had just been cast.
Tang Zhen was sitting in the shop, looking at the neighbors who were peeping outside with a harmless smile on his face.